Nicole Duval - The breeders

"Aaahhhhhrrrggg," he groaned loudly, "You're strangling him in that tight little hole. F'God sakes, let go some juice and wet it up a little!" He pulled it back experimentally.

"Jesus!" He slid it in gingerly and winced. "What the hell makes you so tight? You could a'swallowed a shetland pony the other night you were so fuckin' wet!"

"Perhaps she was," Jason growled with exasperation as the boy hung up in the woman's dry box, "but the King had made her hot first."

"You saying I can't get a woman hot," Mario spat at him, "that what you're saying???"

"You were the one complaining, as I recall, not the dog."

"Why you dirty son of a bitch…"

The whip in Jason's hand cracked loudly and the blood spurted from a gash on Mario's cheek. Hell burned in Jason's angry eyes.

"Don't… you… ever… say a thing like that to me again!"

"Okay, okay," Mario backed down, "I didn't mean anything by it, fer Christ sake."

"I called you down here to demonstrate… not to make a fool of yourself." Jason reprimanded. "Now, demonstrate."

"Alright, alright." Mario pulled his long hard penis slowly from between the girl's legs. It popped free with a loud sucking sound and Carolyn moaned with relief.

"Stand beside the girl," Jason directed impatiently, "NO, stupid, not beside me, beside the girl! I want her to see how gentle my boys are… how talented… how effective."

"Aawwww, I don't wanna go all the way," complained the disgruntled Mario, "can't I finish up on the girl?"

"There will be plenty of time for that later."

Mario breathed heavily out through his nose and set his feet firmly apart, one hand on the table to steady himself. He snapped his fingers at the prancing dog.

"Here, Bravo," he called out to the dog, "Suck, boy, suck."

The dog scrambled across the tile floor and stopped before the waiting man, his tail flailing the floor frantically, his tongue dropping with anticipation.

"Easy, Bravo," Mario cautioned, his hand grasping the dog's snout and holding it shut, "EASY, I said." The dog quieted down a little. "Now, sit. That's a good boy."

Mario grasped his long wagging cook from each side with a restraining thumb and forefinger and held it rigidly upright. The dog whined. Mario wriggled the pink pole before the dog teasingly. The animal stretched his thick neck as far forward as he could and sniffed at the fat cock. Mario flinched as the cold black nose touched his warm prick and the hot air of the dog's excited breath tickled its tip. He held the cock in his fingers and waved it in front of the dog's mouth. The long tongue lashed out and licked at the human lollypop, flavored with its musky scent of a woman in heat. It was faint, the heady scent of female, faint but it was there… and the dog was noticeably excited. His long thick tongue lapped the underside of Mario's waiting organ with long slow swipes. Mario's reaction was one of instant pleasure. He pushed his loins outward, bowing his body toward the anxious dog who responded with eager tongue. Mario closed his eyes and chewed on his lower lip.

Carolyn turned her face away from the scene of debauchery taking place less then three feet from her face. Jason watched her reaction carefully. He had expected the sight of a full grown man deliberately stimulated by the dog's dripping tongue would have, at the very least, a lethal fascination. He took the leather wrapped handle of the dog whip in his hand and pushed Carolyn's face back toward Mario and the dog.

"Watch them," he ordered harshly, "you must learn how these things are done."

Carolyn watched. There was nothing else she could do. She watched Mario's fingers subtly manipulate the firm flesh at the base of his excited organ. She watched the intricate licking motions of the big dog's tongue as it wiped the length of the sensitive lower side of the man's penis and then curled over the damp end. Mario gently poked at the huge dog's mouth with the end of his cock. Each time the long tongue would lash out, he pushed the fat head at the dog's mouth. The fourth time he probed forward, the animal seemed to understand what was expected of him and his rough red tongue wrapped itself around the man's penis and seemed to hold it motionless in his hot mouth. Carolyn was fascinated with the terrible scene taking place within reach of her hand. The gaunt animal held Mario's stiff cock in his mouth as if he were retrieving a bird from the field. Mario was breathing rapidly now, his eyes half-closed, his lips open and straining hard against his teeth.

"Suck, Bravo," he crooned to the dog at his loins, "that's it, boy. Oh, that's good. Good dog. A little more, just a little more… now!"

Mario thrust his moving hips hard forward and the long stiff penis slid over the curved tongue and deep into the dog's open jaws.

"Suck, boy, suck it hard!" He ordered in a loud firm voice, then smiled lewdly as his command was rewarded with watery sucking sounds from the dog's half open mouth.

Carolyn watched in horror as the dog's thick rough tongue rubbed rapidly back and forth under Mario's jerking cock. Sometimes she could see the heavy headed penis squirting its white sperm onto the dog's willing tongue. She was sure she was going to be ill again, but she could not tear her eyes from the animal orgy at her side. Jason's strong hand held her head so she was forced to watch. She tried to close her eyes but she couldn't. Her skin was flushed with shame, heated by the outrage which roared in her mind. The dog's attempt at sucking reminded her of thirsty animals sucking up water from an open gutter. Perverse pleasures, inconceivable depravity, this was the gutter of mankind… and sooner or later, Carolyn knew she too must wade through the contaminated gutters of this madman's mind.

Jason's pleasure twisted face never left the girl's body. The expressions of grim horror on the girl's face stirred life in his dormant loins. Small tremors of pleasure played hide and seek between his legs and slid up and down his awakening prod. He watched her helpless body for every… for any… reaction. He heard Mario's first crude grunts of gratification before he was rewarded with the subtle response of the girl's open crotch. Her legs splayed far apart by the restraining straps, the plush lips of her vagina spread wide, Jason could look into the open mouth of her bitch's body. As she watched the jerking cock spew out its tasty reward into the dog's mouth, the fat pink lips contracted too… squeezing together, clamping tight shut around the imagined organ poking at her vitals, milking it into the fire of her own loins. Spread-eagled before Jason, her ivory buttocks opened for his eager eyes. The cheeks of her firm little ass closed over the wrinkled round hole. Closed and relaxed. Closed and released. As Mario groaned his soul away, Jason watched several drops of thick liquid trickle from between the hairy lips and grow sticky in the crease of her buttocks.

Jason smiled and nodded. Good. Very good. She was actively stimulated, then, by Mario's performance with the dog. That meant the sweet musky smell of her oozing vagina would be strong enough to attract the dogs. He looked down the line of cages. Every dog was on his feet, pacing back and forth nervously, tongues dripping saliva, their red, pointed cocks sliding out of their sheaths. Yes, they sensed the bitch in heat. He sniffed the air. He couldn't smell it. He never could. But they did! The dogs could always smell a warm cunt. He smiled obscenely and scratched his crotch. He had planned to start her with a dog at each breast, licking the small pink nipples into swollen leaking tits… but the dogs were excited. He watched them pace frantically in the confining cages, their heavy cocks swollen out of their hairy holsters and swaying loosely under their bellies. Perhaps he should reconsider.